The white clouds are like flocculent, and the morning sun is warm.

It rained in the summer at night in Tongshan Town, and when the sun rose, the streets were muddy, and passing pedestrians and bicycles ran over puddles of water, splashing puddles of sewage.

Behind the rows of low houses, a small alley stretched, over a stone bridge, and the announcement of morning exercises sounded in front of the closed school gate.

"Section 1, Stretching ......"

"One..... Two ....."

The dilapidated flag stand was stained with water, the red flag hung wet, and in the spacious playground, hundreds of students in school uniforms neatly followed the instructions in the horn, their movements were uniform, and they waved their arms lazily behind them in confusion.

After the morning exercise, the disbanded students walked slowly in twos and threes, and began to go to the classroom, talking intimately with friends who walked together, sharing yesterday's stories, and occasionally a naughty classmate rushed over, slapped him in the back, and ran away with a smile, attracting a chase.

Jingle Bell –

When the bell rang for the third class, the students who stayed outside ran back to their respective classes, and a round figure, wearing a dirty school uniform, ran into the classroom with the third year of junior high school, squeezed out of the way of a female classmate, and sat back in his seat.

"Lao Xia, the test roll is down!"

The round face had tight skin, looking immature, and his cheeks were still flushed, and the little fat man shook the sleeping figure next to him and spoke excitedly.

"You got perfect marks in math and English. ”

The latter raised his face slightly, his eyes were clear, and he did not feel the slightest drowsy, and quickly put away a note with handwriting hidden between his hands and put it in his pocket.

"What about my language?"

"One hundred and twenty ......" the little fat man Zhao Dezhu gave a thumbs up: "You were admitted to the key high school in Jiaohe County, it was an ironclad matter..... hey, what were you writing just now? ”

"Nothing. ”

Xia Yi looked at other places and responded casually, put down the pen, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Dezhu over: "This time it's just a test, you have to hurry up...... This Saturday, come to my house, and I'll teach you if you don't understand. ”

In the afterglow, he looked at the front row of the adjacent group of seats, with a thin back, tied with two braids, as if he felt that there was a gaze looking at him, turned his face slightly, and peeked at his big eyes, and saw the boy who looked at him, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, and soon disappeared, flushing a faint flush, and hurriedly sat upright, looking straight to the door with watery eyes, until the teacher came in.

"Hello teacher—"

The forty-three students in the class stood up and said hello, and then they gave lectures and listened to the lectures as usual, seeing that they were about to go to high school, the pressure of the third year of junior high school is still relatively large for students, and a good high school will also affect the university to be admitted in the future.

The fat man writhed around in his seat, biting the tip of his pen and trying to make himself listen to what the teacher said, but in the blank space of the textbook, there were flower characters written on it, and there was a small figure next to it.

Next to him, Xia Yi made a note, and in the gap, he carefully took out the previous note from his pocket, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the girl's position while the teacher on the podium was not paying attention.

"Qinghe. He whispered.

On the podium, the back of the man who was finishing writing classical Chinese turned around from the blackboard, stroked the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the boy who was slightly leaning over.

"Xia Yi!"

The latter was startled and quickly stood up: "Here!"

"What were you doing just now?!"

"Report to the teacher, Zhao Dezhu has a fart that is very ugly, I will move it a little. ”

The fat man hurriedly raised his hand.

"I ate a little heavy this morning!"

As soon as the two sang and harmonized, the whole class suddenly laughed, and the girl named Qinghe over there looked back at him, her eyes smiled like crescent moons, but the foot under the table hooked the paper ball, picked it up carefully, pinched it in the palm of her hand and put it into her pocket without a trace, and continued to concentrate on taking notes.

After class, Xia Yi ran to Qinghe with his textbook and notes, and pointed to some questions above: "I don't know much about this and this, you can tell me about it." ”

"You got a perfect score in mathematics, I'm only in my early 100s......" Qing He rolled his eyes at him, turned in a different direction, rolled his eyes again, and muttered: "If you want to talk about it, you can tell me." ”

Being so close, Xia Yi naturally heard this, and waved his hand to squeeze the table next to the girl aside, causing the fat man to make a long 'oh' sound.

"Oh-"

The other students who were still in the classroom let out a meaningful long voice one by one.

Qing He's neck turned red, and when he heard Xia Yi's voice, the hand holding the pen was trembling slightly, and after a while, Xia Yi, who put down the pen over there, suddenly asked softly: "Have you read the note that was thrown to you in class?"

"Nope!"

Qing He blinked his slightly curled eyelashes, his face was red, and he replied very simply, staring at the question, and the tip of the pen wrote on it.

"......." Xia was also a little disappointed, and when he returned to his seat, the bell rang, and he looked at the girl who was looking at the textbook intently, and had to do his own thing.

"What did you write on the note?" the fat man gossiped before the Chinese teacher entered the classroom, "Isn't it, confess to Qinghe, let her be your girlfriend?"

Xia Yi glanced at Qinghe, who was not far away, and knocked the fat man on the head with a book.

"I asked her to study together on Sundays, and then ..... to go to the same high school together, but unfortunately she didn't seem to be watching it...... I don't know if I'll see ......."

A man and a woman didn't talk much for the rest of the year, but they still tacitly sat together during recess, holding their books and notes, and discussing problems with each other.

Xia Yi was simple-minded, and tried his best to help her, striving to enter the top ten from the top twenty, and occasionally unintentionally touched his fingers, and they quickly separated like an electric shock, and both of them turned red.

After school, the west clouds were dyed red.

The fat man was waiting for Xia Yi at the door, Xia Yi finished packing up his books and walked out with Qing He, except for Zhao Dezhu who laughed from time to time, the men and women with schoolbags side by side did not speak.

All the way to the outside of the school, at the fork in the road, Qinghe Cai was separated from Xia Yi and the fat man.

"I'm home. ”

She hung her head slightly, whispered, turned around and walked in the other direction of the fork, the fat man poked Xia Yi, who was still watching beside her, "Everyone is gone, what else to see, let's go back." ”

"Hmm. ”

Xia Yi nodded, turned around and walked a few steps, and suddenly a crisp female voice shouted: "Xia Yi!"

The two who walked back stopped and turned to look.

The red glow is like a tidal wave, and in a piece of red, Qinghe Qiaosheng stands there, his hands are trumpeted in front of his mouth.

"I've read the note, I'll come tomorrow!"

When the hand was down, it was a sweet smile.

Xia Yi also laughed and waved.

"Qinghe, goodbye. ”

In our youthful time, there is always that kind of nostalgic emotion that passes from our memory in a hurry, but we will never completely forget it because of the forgetting of the past.

It's like playing at the same table.

The hair of catching fish together is small.

The feeling of looking at each other but not daring to say it.